Hatred—like a shade over my eyes

provokes sleep like false darkness.

It lulls lighter feelings—those

unnecessary ones like love and peace—

away like a dream forgotten

once awake. It startles the body with

fantasies of justice and righteous anger—

flimsy things that substance doesn’t back.

Unformed and uncontainable, hatred

often disappears as quick as a nightmare,

but sometimes it lingers like a wish

remembered in the first star of twilight.